There were a couple of dark days, but thanks to help and support from the medical staff and a session with the counsellor , they turned out to be just bumps in the road.
One month after the big op , I was mobile . I could take care of myself and daily hygiene , get out of bed, potter around , make meals , do my grocery shopping , go for short walks , meet friends and keep hospital appointments.
Nurses came daily to help me change my dressing. This was a MAJOR concern of mine - at one time I could not envisage taking care of things myself without assistance .
At first I could manage the top part myself , so the nurse only need come twice a week on Tuesdays and Fridays to help me change the bottom part of my my dressing which is a bit fiddly.
Home help came once a week for a couple of hours to do my laundry and basic cleaning. Bless.
One day , while I was reclining on my bed and sipping tea , my helper , who looks 25 but has grown up children of 20 and 30 , stops for a chat . She asks me about my op and I wax on lyrically until she asks for a glass of water . It is then I notice that she is looking a bit pale and about to keel over Oh dear ... too much detail . Sorry luv !! Xx
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